Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Say it ain't so, Joe

I was going to write a nice little post about Angela's Happy Holidays 2009 letter; but then Linda sent me the shocking news that Joe Biden, who's a bit of a whipped old cur himself, has been out supporting a cruel puppy mill by acquiring his new dog there.

Oh, the humanity. Here I was feeling just a little sorry for old Joe because his bro Barry has already made it clear that he will be cut out of all the action in the White House for the next four years. Joe gave an interview the other day in which he said he prefers to be a pitcher of warm spit type Vice President; but everybody knew that was just his way of putting lipstick on a pig, so to speak, thus making himself look less pathetic when he runs around attending funerals of minor foreign dignitaries and cutting ribbons at new sewer plants.

And now this. How can one sympathize with a man who seeks out a cruel puppy mill at which to buy his dog. I think he should be investigated by the SPCA. Such a man is not fit to have a puppy.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

If Obama and Biden really want to make a statement, then they should rescue an adult dog. Personally, I think this whole thing is an effort on their part to create that Walton family image.

All three of my dogs were adult rescues. I even consider the beagle I purchased from a kennel to be a rescue, because the place was such a disgrace.

I could tell you a million stories about them that would warm the coldest heart, but it's really better if everyone discovers their own stories. All I know is that when you rescue an animal from the abyss, they reward you with a devotion that is seldom seen among humans.

Eleven years ago I developed severe allergies to animals and my allergist advised that I get rid of my two dogs and my cat. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I promised my husband that if he allowed my three little guys to live out their lives in peace, that I would refrain from having any more pets. As reluctant as he was to go along with my idea, even he had to agree that the no-kill shelters wouldn't take adult animals, and so the only alternative would have been to put them down.

But now the time has finally come for me to make good on my promise. My beagle passed in 2000 at the age of 19, my cat earlier this year at the age of 17; and today my very sweet border collie of 17 years was put to rest.